Jesus loves me, this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong
Sometimes when I sing this song to my son, I am declaring it triumphantly, feeling faith rise like an impenetrable shield against the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune – at other times I am wielding it like a battle axe against the allied armies of emotional discouragements and physical ailments that have besieged me (and still are!) these past six weeks.
As you can probably ascertain, I was in the former state of elation when this video was taken, grinning cheek-splittingly in my gratitude and joy. In a happily ironic twist, the trials of this season seem to be writing on my heart in permanent marker what was only inscribed in ball-point pen before: God is good and He loves me.
I could not explain to you the rational steps that led from the difficulties of our situation to the clarity of that realisation – then again, God doesn’t explain in Romans 8:28 how exactly He works all things together for good. He doesn’t explain to Job the battle that was won in the heavenlies. I guess some things are gloriously inexplicable.
May the knowledge of His love be inscribed in indelible ink on your heart today.